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 Jun 2016 0o
Cheyenne
Hiding
 Jun 2016 0o
Cheyenne
Hiding from the monsters,
Somewhere in the dark.
Fighting my own instinct
Every time I start.

Too scared to move.
Too scared to cry.
I hide my body,
Soul, and mind.

My eyes start to adjust.
I stumble to the mirror;
Look upon the image
And see a monster there.
2010... sort of: highly altered from original version
 Jun 2016 0o
Cheyenne
Starting Over
 Jun 2016 0o
Cheyenne
Look at me-- I occupy
The world that they all left behind.
This world is now an empty one.
But there's still water. There's still sun.

The stars do not shine as bright,
But I've come to enjoy dark nights.
I can still see the ground
As I try to move around.

I'm still here. And I'm still fine.
With them gone, this world is mine.
Everything still works the same.
No need for everything to change.
2010
 Jun 2016 0o
Cheyenne
I'm the lifeguard.
I'm the lifeguard.
I'm in charge of this here pool.
I'm the lifeguard.
I'm the lifeguard.
If you don't fear me then you're a fool.

I'm the lifeguard.
I'm the lifeguard.
I'll manage as you clown around.
I'm the lifeguard.
I'm the lifeguard.
I am here so you won't drown.

I'm the lifeguard.
I'm the lifeguard.
Blow my whistle: You behave!
I'm the lifeguard.
I'm the lifeguard.
It's your *** I'm trained to save.

I'm the lifeguard.
I'm the lifeguard.
If I yell at you, don't be shocked.
I'm the lifeguard.
I'm the lifeguard.
Jesus Christ! Why won't you walk?
My first job...
 May 2016 0o
Stephan
Wasted Poetry
 May 2016 0o
Stephan
.

*Wasted words over wasted miles
Feelings written in truthful phrase
Penned emotions of soul’s desire
Wasted sentences, wasted days

Wasted visions in wasted thoughts
Promises of forever dreams
Cast aside by a change of heart
Wasted wishes, wasted themes

Wasted stanzas of wasted hopes
Perfect sunsets, the stars above
Inked affections all for naught
Wasted poetry, wasted love
 May 2016 0o
Cheyenne
College
 May 2016 0o
Cheyenne
No time to sleep.
Too broke to eat.
Into my books
I start to weep.
Said I could be
anything:
Go out! Go forth!
Chase your dreams!
Except I ****
at calculus,
and who the hell
is Romulus?
I need two jobs
to pay the rent;
An exponential
growth of debt.
They say, "go get
an internship,"
but with pre-reqs
I'm not equipped.
Need to study,
everyday--
'less I throw
my whole life away!
Volunteer!
Try something new!
Stop giving me
more things to do!
I'm up to my knees.
My waist. My chin!
Not sure if I
know how to swim.
Will this ordeal
ever desist?
Or I am going to
die like this?
Finals Week
 May 2016 0o
Cheyenne
No More
 May 2016 0o
Cheyenne
No more hurt
No more pain
No more thunder
No more rain
No more friends who will just leave
No more love and
No more me
2010
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